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For once, he doesn’t have a clever response.

I step closer.

“I’m choosing to be with you, Morpheus. Isn’t that better than ordering me to stay?”

Something shifts in his expression.

He looks down at my hand, then takes it.

“Yes.”

I blink.

“Yes?”

“Your choice is preferable.”

I smile.

“Good.”

He lifts my hand to his lips.

“Although I reserve the right to dislike that mortal.”

I laugh.

“You’re allowed.”

“And glare at him?”

“Within reason.”

His wicked grin returns.

“I shall glare magnificently.”

I shake my head.

“You’re impossible.”

“Yet you continue kissing me.”

“Against my better judgment.”

He pulls me closer, his mouth hovering just above mine.

“Then perhaps I should improve your judgment.”

My pulse stumbles.

“Morpheus.”

“Yes, little mortal?”

“We’re at work.”

“An unfortunate circumstance.”